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My body rests beneath yours pregnant with desire. I moan as you kiss me with fire, the flames growing higher with each touch, Thrusts stroked ..

Your face, so soft Feels like silky cloth Beneath my skin- But your eyes look dim As they search the room quite lost, Tossing pupils..

When he speaks his lips sing, and to his song my heart dances wildly, it’s melody like those of morning birds, the birds I wake for, ..

He’s always on my pillow, Sleeping softly like the set sun As his shy lips exhale tiny grunts That grind against my skin. As I..

I came to a pond that stood static underneath the sun Where light clung to the water Glistening in soft sparkles like burning charcoal. ..

one of the first short stories I ever wrote.

The sun struck through the kitchen window lightly. Its radiance dimly lit the battered walls of the room as a young woman hummed over a boi..

I ride the waves of night, My emotions taking flight on their rise, Sanity crashing with the tide, Drowning in the water as I wallow for ..

I can smell foreign breath on my neck And on my skin In and around my heart While the key to my chest sleeps softly on the sofa Lying in..

My lips kiss yours with lies, Promise rests in my eyes like shattered glass Strewn about the floor for you to step on. Like beauty, my lo..